Weird parenting moment from today.
Charlotte found a dead ladybug - just a shell, really - on the windowsill. She pushed it around with her finger for a while. "Hey, ladybug. Hey. Ladybug. Hey, ladybug. I'm gonna fix you up."
My heart contracted - she's just a baby still. I said to her, "Babe, I don't think that ladybug is alive anymore," and she just gave me a blank look. She went back to pushing it around and talking to it. I didn't want her to squish it, I think that would confuse her even more, papery shell just dusting under her finger.
I distracted her by taking her with me to get the mail, and when we came back in, I popped the ladybug exoskeleton in the trash before she noticed.